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Hello friends, I just returned from a weekend “artist in residence” retreat in the painted desert. In exchange for a piece of art made during our stay to hang in this incredible, out there, space-age cabin, my mom and I got to stay for free. As a photographer, she’s sending them a print, and I offered to write a poem. In lieu of a letter tonight, I thought I’d send you the poem. I put a whole lot of thought, dance in the midday sun (to the DJ set linked above), and general effort into its multi-day creation and refinement. I hope it resonates in you. Without further ado: Man Overboard Here to remember
he sits at the sun worn table
among rock and shrub and sky.
The matters and stories back home
dry and crack in the afternoon kiln
of ceaseless alabaster sunlight. Dinner is cooked over a fiery sunset
the Eagles playing from tinny speakers
he sings poorly but with heart.
Later crunching up dry river bed
his footsteps sound the silent night
the universe a mystery ringing overhead. He isn’t looking for anything in particular
rather he is feeling for the whole thing:
the world that sustains the little world of man
like sea and sky sustain a ship.
To remember the vast eternal miracle
he must dive overboard and swim. Lastly, if you’d like to dive overboard and swim with others this September, I am stoked to announce the WONDER WANDER 2023 info page and application are now live! In case you haven’t heard: once a year, I host WONDER WANDER, a multi-day gathering of curious, creative, and adventurous humans out in nature. We share, we laugh, we hike, we stargaze, we dance, we philosophize, we dive deep, and we celebrate this crazy experience of being alive with one another. Interested? Dig the link below for all the details. With love & stoke, Ethan
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